Mom in trouble

Other than walking gingerly, the rest of the day went okay, I seemed to have hidden the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties pretty well.

However, I had become addicted to the Gloryholes, as I found out they were called. Twice a week I would go over for lunch, go right to my booth and begin servicing all comers. I knew I was becoming obsessed with sex but I was unable to stop. The orgasms were too powerful and the risk involved made it even more exciting. I didn’t tell anyone about the Gloryhole visits. I knew it would not go over well either at work or at home. Especially with Jim, who thought I was the perfect wife.

After the third visit to the shop I became concerned that I was attracting too much of a following. I found another place online that said it had “special features”. I drove over the next lunchtime. Luckily I had a flex schedule at work so it wasn’t a problem to take a long lunch. I arrived at the sex shop and went in the front door. There was a man at the counter and he stopped me and said he would explain the rules. He said they had special gloryholes that were designed for either oral or vaginal sex. He told me if I was interested, I would be paid to occupy one of the positions. He said the pay was 50% of what I took in and I could set my schedule based on position availability. I asked if I could try it today and then make a decision if I wanted to continue. Also that I would only be available during a two hour window 3 times a week. He agreed but said my first time would be like an apprenticeship. I wouldn’t get paid. I agreed. I was willing to do it for free and the other place I had to feed the kitty.